Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.